The room was quiet, the kind of quiet that makes every little noise feel loud โ the hum of the air purifier, the occasional creak from the old floorboards. I was sitting on the couch, book half-forgotten in my hands, my mind swirling with the events of the day. Two days ago, things had felt so hopeless. And tonight, I was bracing myself for more silence, more distance. Then I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye โ slow, hesitant steps crossing the floor. She stopped about halfway across the room, just close enough to feel present without fully committing. I didnโt reach out. I didnโt speak. Just held my breath and hoped this was progress. Minutes passed, and she settled down nearby, her presence a small comfort in the growing dusk. Itโs not a grand gesture, but itโs something. Trust feels fragile โ like a shaky line that bends and breaks but somehow keeps moving forward. Some days are quiet and cold. Others hold the faintest warmth. And Iโm learning to hold onto those small moments, because they mean everything. Weโre figuring this out. One slow step at a time. #Pets #Dogs